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Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup And Salad Days

 

Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup And Salad Days

(album: Get Warmer - 2007)


I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs
Paid for gas, like, the whole way down here
Electric and cable, a shelf and end table
Almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns

I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light
Said that we should do this every single night
Don't worry about the cash because I've got the scratch
And I can't save my money because that is impolite

I don't know why I always complain about something
When what I got to complain about's nothing
No goddamn kid's had a luckier year
And I'm bitching about internet and beer

And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name
And nothing to do with the rest of the day
No parties last all night, just TV and websites
And reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times

So can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day
Letting fresh Georgia air go to waste?
It's really not funny how bad I am with money
So let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else

I don't know why I always complain about something
When what I got to complain about's nothing
No goddamn kid's had a luckier year
Somebody break out the No More Tears

I don't know why I always complain about something
When what I got to complain about's nothing
Could help out something, now everything's wrong
And no one wants to be around me, no one wants to be around me now

As we sit around being broke
I'm losing my penchant for jokes
It's just wry half truths from a privileged youth
With a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through

I don't know why I always complain about something
When what I got to complain about's nothing
No goddamn kid's had a luckier year
And I'm bitching about internet and beer

I don't know why I always complain about something
When what I got to complain about's nothing
Could help out something, now everything's wrong
And no one wants to be around me
No one wants to be around me now, not then
Not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again

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